Författare: xikano_2
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The day after
It was horrible. He couldn’t sleep. He tossed and tossed and tossed, the blankets had been itching him all fucking night. T’was his fault anyways, he stolen that freaking blanket from his last day at the army, way back when he did any motion at all. Now he sits there, in front of the TV…
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lonely sentient
Only once it stood there a japanese wooden artifact T’was I who saw it the most staring at it endlessly I cried laughter and tears of joy rolled I stared at it on and on sliding through its curves one by one I relished the emotional ride I pondered the relation the space between me…